A Week Since You Left

The last set of song lyrics that I posted were really upbeat and positive and sappy. In the interest of balance, here is one that leans in the opposite direction. I'm not actually bipolar. It's just poetry. I can write this stuff without actually feeling the emotions the narrator must be feeling. Honest.

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It's a week since you left,

And I'm so bereft,

A mangled-up ball of emotion.

I feel like a sham,

And I don't give a damn.

I'm struggling to go through the motions.

 

I can't let you see that I'm falling apart,

But when I go out I don't know what to do.

I can't let you know that you've torn out my heart,

So I try to pretend I can live without you.

 

It's a week since I've slept,

And I'm such a mess,

But I put on a brave face and fake it.

I think about you,

And I know what to do.

It hurts but I just have to take it.

 

So no one can know that I just want to die.

I pretend to believe I can find someone new.

I walk through the park and I stare at the sky.

If you found out you'd hurt me, that might hurt you.

 

For a week you've been gone,

And my life is just done,

Since I have no more use for my future.

I'm deeply obsessed,

And completely distressed,

Because thinking about you is torture.

 

But I relish the hurt, it reminds me of you,

I don't want to forget or get over the pain.

You're my reason to live even though we are through,

And forgetting would mean that I'd lose you again.

 

For a week I'm alone,

And I guess that's the plan,

Even though it's incredibly lonely.

I will learn not to fuss,

And I'll do what I must,

And I'll think about you, and you only.

 

So go, live your life, and forget about me,

I promise I won't let you know of my pain.

I wish you the joy, be content and carefree,

Go, leave me behind, and find true love again.

 

Personified

I am the pain, I am the sorrow.

Here today and gone tomorrow.

I am anger, I am suffering.

I am the death I am the carcass.

Light has come, but men love darkness.

I am terror, I am far from grace.

I am the bruise, I am the black eye.

Life's a b-word, and then you die.

I am sickness, I am damaged goods.

I am the wrong, I am the failure.

This world is a dumpster fire.

I am ruin, I am broken dreams.

I Have Wandered

I have wandered lost and blind,

Within the confines of my mind.

My mental state was slowly sinking.

I needed to explore my thinking.

But the dolor that is lodged

Within my brain, still remains,

When I am done rethinking.

 

My mind has such a hollow shape,

An empty cage I can't escape.

If all my thoughts could be directed,

A useful structure thus erected,

Something good and useful might

Even be gained, or obtained,

Some evil circumvented.

 

Would I, could I, do some good?

I have no doubt at all I should.

Alas, I doubt that I am able,

The notion seems like just a fable,

For the focus, I am missing,

And the lack, holds me back,

Making me quite unstable.

 

[instrumental metal segment here, with maybe some incomprehensible growl vocals]

 

Chained to myself, I cannot break away.

I babble, but I know I have nothing good to say.

Sick to death of life, I am terrified to die,

I question all my goals, and I cannot answer why.

My dark thoughts tear me up, I have no one to confide,

It's eating me alive, all bottled up inside.

I want to go away, but there's nowhere left to turn.

I'm doomed to ride it out, and then in hell to burn.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!

 

In the dark I sit and brood,

Savoring my somber mood.

But all my thinking turns to folly,

Empty, hollow, meloncholy,

And dejected, I return

To what I know, so I go

Back to the crass and bloody,

 

For I am quite unstable,

Oooooooooooooooooooooooh!

And I am done with thinking.

 

The GOAT

Verse One:

We couldn't believe it, although we were told.

He wasn't an actor, musician or such.

He came out of nowhere and wasn't that old.

And no one expected from him all that much.

When we finally noticed him,

He didn't seem that great.

How could we have known about

His complicated fate?

We thought we knew about him:

He grew up down the road.

But when his life was finished, (finished)

It turned out he's the GOAT.

 

Bridge:

It was in the dark at night,

My people made their way.

And when we saw the dawning light,

We knew we couldn't stay.

The fighting and the looting then

Were like a holiday.

We shouted in excitement,

But we barely got away.

We had to hide the evidence,

We had to burn our clothes,

But we forgot we'd left him there.

We'd left him there exposed,

And he became the GOAT.

 

Verse Two:

He wasn't important, as far as we knew.

And so when he walked by, we all turned away.

We laughed behind his back, in front of him too.

We thought he was nothing, till that fateful day.

And when it finally happened,

He suffered all that pain.

The things that happened to him then

Were simply not humane.

He didn't try to stop it,

Just took it like a sport.

He took it all and finished, (finished)

Because he was the GOAT.

 

Chorus:

He stood accused of all our crime,

The greatest scapegoat of all time.

They laid it all upon his back,

And so he took up all our slack.

He took it all and paid the cost,

An endless well of pain and loss,

The greatest scapegoat of all time,

The greatest scapegoat of all time.

 

Verse Three:

They asked for his defense. He kept his mouth shut.

He just wouldn't answer whatever they asked.

He could have gone free if he ratted us out,

But he remained silent and finished his task.

And when they read that judgement

He didn't say a word.

He let them sentence him to death,

Although it was absurd.

He knew that we were guilty,

But he was not a turncoat.

He took the execution, (finished)

Because he was the GOAT.

 

Chorus:

He stood accused of all our crime,

The greatest scapegoat of all time.

They laid it all upon his back,

And so he took up all our slack.

He took it all and paid the cost,

An endless well of pain and loss.

He owned our debt and paid our price,

Our greatest scapegoat, Jesus Christ,

The one who paid for all our crime,

The greatest scapegoat of all time,

The greatest scapegoat of all time,

The greatest scapegoat of all time.

 

Final Chorus:

He stood accused of all our crime,

They laid it all upon his back,

The greatest scapegoat of all time.

The one who took up all our slack.

He took it all and paid the cost,

An endless well of pain and loss.

He owned our debt and paid our price,

Our greatest scapegoat, Jesus Christ,

The one who paid for all our crime,

The greatest scapegoat of all time,

The greatest scapegoat of all time,

The greatest scapegoat of all time,

Because he was the GOAT.

Sheet music is available at musescore.com. Besides lead and backup vocals, the arrangement that I put up there also calls for oboe, piano, timpani, a drumkit, violas, and double bass. However, I believe the song could be adapted for other combinations.